And all the shadowy world doth seem
The picture of some happy dream.
The picture of some happy dream.
Too soon, from darkening tide and shore,
The vision melts away:
To paint the heavenly spaces o'er
No amethystine hues delay,
Nor tender rose nor sapphire stay.
The vision melts away:
To paint the heavenly spaces o'er
No amethystine hues delay,
Nor tender rose nor sapphire stay.
Yet not a tint will ever fade
From the heaven where once it shone:
Every sweet color there inlaid
Perpetual has grown
Since, in the trembling light, I made
You, love, my own my own.
From the heaven where once it shone:
Every sweet color there inlaid
Perpetual has grown
Since, in the trembling light, I made
You, love, my own my own.
XVIITHE MESSAGE
Tell it, O wind, from morning till night,
Whisper it, warble it, sound its delight,
And you, O roses, beneath your blushes,
Breathe it soon to the listening thrushes,
And thrushes, be sure you carol it sweet,
Till the echoes, themselves, are fain to repeat?
Whisper it, warble it, sound its delight,
And you, O roses, beneath your blushes,
Breathe it soon to the listening thrushes,
And thrushes, be sure you carol it sweet,
Till the echoes, themselves, are fain to repeat?
Oh, wandering tide, with your silver fret,
Float it wherever your feet are set;
And you, O sea, with your thunder tone,
Pass it onward, from zone to zone,—
And to all the earth the secret tell,
That my lover, he loves me, he loves me well!
Float it wherever your feet are set;
And you, O sea, with your thunder tone,
Pass it onward, from zone to zone,—
And to all the earth the secret tell,
That my lover, he loves me, he loves me well!
Bend down, O stars, in your shining courses,
Lend to my song your eternal forces,
Wherever you shine, o'er what worlds divine,
Lend to my song your eternal forces,
Wherever you shine, o'er what worlds divine,
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